Sugar Sweet

Green Lanterns Might

Pairing: Guy Gardner x AFAB! reader

Warnings: B.O/musk kink, manhandling, ALOT of teasing , dirty talk but I mean like, Guy gets FILTHY, this is the same man who canonically called his imagination fertile, he's gonna say cringe. Full Nelson position, brief headlock, creampie, Afab! Reader but gender is not specified, 'fem' nicknames given (dolly, doll, sweetheart, babe), reader is a brat, reader has hair but texture/ length/style is unspecified, hair tugging, alot of sniffing, boob fondling, abit of cock worship, ball-sucking, M! receiving oral, fingering, mirror sex - kinda, squirting, surprisingly fluffy

I WILL BE WRITING GUY HAVING A PAINFULLY THICK BALTIMORE ACCENT BECAUSE I NEED EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND AND KNOW THAT HE IS, INFACT, FROM BALTIMORE

This fic was originally a very self indulgent oc x Guy fic but I got embarrassed and turned it into an X reader.

Tried to edit this as much as I could but I'm bound to have missed stuff so please tell me and I'm sorry 😶‍🌫️

Guy burst through the door of your shared apartment, still buzzing with adrenaline from his intense training session. His gym clothes were drenched in sweat, a worn-out sleeveless hoodie, and some loose gym shorts as he stomped inside his apartment. Abandoning his duffle bag at the door. Kicking off his shoes clumsily behind him. He paused for a moment once the sound of his things cluttering to the floor turned to silence. Expecting to hear the sound of feet padding over to him, to feel a sweet kiss on his cheek, but there was nothing. His brows immediately knitted together, lips pressing into a pout.

He peered around with a thick brow raised, venturing further before he finally spotted you, too engrossed in your phone, just standing in the middle of the room. Ignoring his existence. Scoffing, without missing a beat, Guy charged over, suddenly yanking you backward as he pulled you into a headlock. Making you screamin surprise, dropping his phone(which fell to the floor without damage, thankfully) in the middle of the manhandling as you squirmed.

Guy snickered nasally as he squeezed lightly your face between his muscles. “Hey there, hot stuff!” Guy greeted with a wolfish grin.

“Miss me?” He wiggled his eyebrows. Guy’s heart raced and it wasn't just because of his adrenaline high.

When you gasped you were forced to breath in, making the sharp, salty scent of sweat fill your senses. Your face dangerously close to the thick curls of orange at Guy’s armpits. Your cheeks flushed your thighs pressed together. Inhaling another huff of the man’s sweaty musk. A heady scent that reeked of masculinity and potent testosterone.

You immediately whined as you tugged on Guy’s arms. “Don’t scare me like that-!”

Your reaction only just made Guy laugh, a deep rumbling sound in his chest, as he tightened his hold slightly. Not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel the sheer power and strength in his muscular arms.

“Aww, did I scare my little dolly?” He teased, his voice a low, mocking drawl.

Guy leaned in closer, his nose brushing against your hair as he inhaled deeply, picking up on the scent of your shampoo mingling with his own musky aroma. Just from that whine alone, he knew you were getting worked up; it made his ego swell. His chest subconsciously puffed out like a bird.

“C’mon, dolly, don’t tell me you weren’t missin’ this.”

He suddenly pulled you into his armpit. A big smug grin on his face that made his crooked nose scrunch. One arm wrapped around the back of your head whilst the other gripped the back of his neck to keep him from squirming away.

“You smell dat, babe? Dat’s da scent of a real man.”

You let out a sound that was a mix between a scoff and a squeal. Trying to act like you weren't absolutely melting against Guy’s side, your hands twitched as they clenched and grasped at the ginger's hoodie. Your leg stomped petulantly. You could feel the course hair of Guy’s pubes tickling at your skin, the warm damp of sweat that was most definitely going to leave a shine on your nose; which was buried in the jungle of curls. Your eyes fluttered with every shaky breath as you tried to complain.

“Guy-!” you let out another whine. “Stoop-“ you weakly tried to pull your face away. “You stink!”

Guy just chuckled again. Your brattiness really was amusing. It only spurred on Guy’s desire to tease you more. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused touch. Holding you firmly in place, not allowing you to pull away. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it lightly as he rubbed your face further into the sweat-damp curls of his armpit.

“I stink? Yeah, dat's what happens when ya out, trainin' hard.” Guy dismissively spoke, sniffing as he shrugged his shoulder like it was all no big deal that he spent hours dedicated to always keeping him and his rookies up to shape.

He finally released you but kept a hand on the back of his neck. “But yer right, I should shower-“

That made You tense. Immediately your hands were clutching at Guy tighter to keep him from leaving your side. Sucking in greedy breaths of air, keeping yourself nuzzled into his armpit. Peering up at him through low lashes as you panted softly. Too embarrassed to verbally protest but you kept tugging Guy impossibly closer to you. Silently demanding he didn’t shower.

He immediately looked down, meeting your gaze as you peered up at him with those pretty eyes. The sight of you like this, taking in his scent like it was some kind of aphrodisiac. His cock chubbed, eager and fat in his shorts as his ears went bright red, threatening to spread to his cheeks. He really couldn’t believe that someone was this into him- sure, he was a hot guy(he believed he was, but others seemed to disagree), but he wasn’t blind to the truth. He knew he was a selective choice for people; he’s had partners that have loved him, but you? You adored every single bit. Especially the parts so many have tried to fix, you embraced them. Cherished him. It made his head spin and his heart race.

Guy’s other hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling your hips flush together. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, could feel every curve and dip of your form pressed up against his. Already beginning to walk backwards towards the bedroom.

“But I stink; ya were whinin’ 'bout it a second ago; gotta clean up somehow.” He teased, eyes full of knowing and a grin permanent on his face. “So, you gonna clean me up then, huh?”

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom before you sank down to your knees, your hands dragged down the fabric of Guy’s gym shorts making

Guy stumbles back, his lower back pressing against the footboard of the bed. Biting your lip, a soft groan escaped you as he saw the big man was wearing a jockstrap; diving your face forward, nuzzling against the prominent bulge, feeling the damp spot of pre on the fabric against your cheek.

“You’re so mean to me.” you falsely complained, huffing as you pulled Guy’s jockstrap down his toned legs, marveling at the way his ass bounced when the strap got caught on the globe. Letting the man’s cock rest on your face. The heavyweight, from his girth, draped from your nose to your forehead. Your tongue happily made wet trails along the underside of the man's cock, feeling each vein that twitched against your wet muscle. Your tongue was just able to brush against the balls that were pressed to your chin.

Guy let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt Your tongue dragging along his thick shaft. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward.

He could feel the heat of your breath on his sensitive skin. It made his cock throb, leaking pre all over your face. He looked down, taking in the sight of his thick cock resting heavy on the your features. The sight of his balls, big and hairy, pressed against your chin. It was enough to make a strained whimper crack from his throat.

“Baby-“ he shook his head. His hips bucked as he felt another lick to his shaft.

“I’m mean to ya?” Guy growled, his voice rough with lust. Clearing his throat as he tried to ignore the whiney little sounds desperately trying to escape him.

“From up here, looks like ya dig it when I'm bein' all mean to ya.” He punctuated his words by thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his cock against your face, smearing pre all over your forehead and into your hairline.

“pretty privilege.” You state before dragging your tongue up and down Guy’s cock, tasting the salt of sweat on the skin.

He almost laughed but was cut off by his own whiney groans. Pretty privilege, huh? His chest grew warm at the teasing compliment. Wasn’t often a guy like him was considered pretty.

Your hand reached up as he pulled back the extra skin at the top, exposing the glossy red head of Guy’s leaky dick. Leaning back so you could pump his shaft. Guy's grip on your hair tightened as he felt the wet heat of your mouth enveloping his heavy balls. you sucked on one, tongue darting out to give the other some attention.

His head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. His cock throbbed In your hand, the head an angry red almost purple and leaking steadily onto the your cheek. Guy’s chest heaved with each ragged breath he took, his muscles flexing and rippling beneath the skin. He was lost in the sensation, drowning in the feeling of your eager mouth. Your soft hand. The feeling of being desired without an ounce of shame or hesitation.

Guy’s other hand came up to grip the footboard of the bed, knuckles turning white as he held on for dear. His face flushed and eyes dark with lust as he stared down at the erotica sight before him. He was already so close, and you had barely even started.

'So embarrassing- c'mon Gardner ya can't be jizzing on a pretty face like a god damn virgin!'

This little tease was going to be the death of him. He licked his lips, his voice a low, husky growl. “Fuck, baby… you keep suckin’ on my balls like that, I’m gonna paint ya face white.”

That made you pull back, releasing Guy’s ball with a wet pop. Licking your own lips as you tried to soften your breaths. “and let it go to waste?” you teased back, finally guiding the man’s cock to your mouth. Feeling your lips stretch around its chub. Groaning, staring up at Guy as you bobbed your head.

Guy let out a low groan, his head falling back as he felt your lips wrap around his throbbing cock. The way the wet heat embraced his dick so perfectly, the way your tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his dick. It made his hips buck forward, pushing more of his length into your eager mouth.

Taking In the sight of your stretched lips wrapped around his thick shaft. The way your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked, the way you gazed up at Guy with those big, innocent eyes. When you were everything but. Those eyes could make you get away with anything, a bat of your lashes, and Guy would serve you the world if you asked. It was enough to make Guy’s balls tighten, his orgasm approaching faster and faster.

Guy’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he began to thrust his hips forward. He set a steady rhythm, fucking into the wet cavern. His balls swinging and knocking into your chin. The bubble of spit and drool building up at the corner of your lips. He could feel your throat constricting around the fat head, groaning with each swallow around it. It was too much, too intense to be wanted this happily. But Guy didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. Refused to.

He was too far gone, too lost in the sensation of your perfect mouth. He was digging his calloused fingers into every piece of loving you gave, and he would take it greedily. He wasn't going to ruin another relationship with walls drawn up.

Guy’s breath came out in short, sharp gasps. His muscles tensed, tummy flexing as he chased his release. He was close, so fucking close. Just a little more and he would-

"Oh SHIT-!"

With a loud, guttural moan, Guy’s cock pulsed and throbbed as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your throat, filling your mouth and coating his tonsils. Guy’s hips jerked and spasmed, riding out the waves of his orgasm.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Guy pulled out of your mouth. Prying himself away reluctantly as he heard the heavy breathes through your nose clearly now. His softening cock slipped from between your lips, a strand of cum and spit connecting the tip to your glossy bottom lip. A big, happy grin spread across his face.

“C’mere doll-“ he was immediately reaching out and helping you up, pulling you flush against him. “Treatin' me so good.” He nipped at your cheek before tugging at your clothes. Eagerly stripping you down to bare skin, letting his hands wander, pinch, and grope as soon as any new part of you was shown. You Let out a giggle, wrapping his arms around Guy’s neck as he was pawed at. Kissing along the man’s cheek as he leaned into him.

“But I ain’t lettin' ya be the winner-“ Suddenly, you were hoisted up. Squealing as the ginger suddenly ran around to the side of the bed, practically throwing you both onto the bed with Guy holding you tight, falling into Guy’s lap like it was some sort of wrestling match.

“GUY-!” you shook your head, catching your reflection in the mirror.(A tall one with a simple frame. Propped up at the wall, pointed at the side of the bed.)

Guy just grinned wickedly at your surprised squeal, holding you tight in his lap. At some point chucked off his hoodie so He could feel your naked body pressed against his own, soft curves melding with his hard muscles. It made his spent cock twitch and start to harden again, nestling up against Your ass cheeks.

Guy’s hands roamed over your bare skin, squeezing and groping every inch that he could reach. He palmed your tits, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers until you arched into his touch with a whimper. Guy’s mouth watered at the sight of your reflection in the mirror, flushed and panting, tits bouncing slightly with each movement.

He leaned In, breath hot against your ear as he growled, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, doll. Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good.” He eased Your legs opened wider, presenting him to the mirror, and let out another groan. “Oh baby…look how wet you are, all dat from a bit of sniffin' and suckin'?” His arm reached around, cupping your face as he stared at you through the reflection. “You really like me, don’tcha?”

"shut up-" you flushed deeper, squirming in his lap as you pressed your back into his broad chest. Slapping at the meat of his thick thigh in protest. Panting softly with the gloss of his cum still on your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you grasped his hand, nails scratching slightly at Guy's knuckles.

Guy just smirked wider at your flustered protests, not put off in the slightest by your feeble attempts to push him away. If anything, your squirming and blushing only spurred him on more. Looking so gorgeous all flustered and needy.

"Slapping me? Can't have ya fighting me, sweetheart," Guy shook his head, his voice a low rumble in his chest that you could feel vibrating against your back. His hand on your cheek tightened slightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tilted your head to the side, forcing you to hold eye contact with your reflection.

"I'm just tellin' ya the truth, you're wetter than a slip and slide." he teased, his other hand drifting down from your tits to your dripping slit. He ran a finger through your folds, purposefully curling his feelings to hear it squelch.

He teased your hole, slowly prodding it with his calloused finger before finally pushing it in. Sinking a finger into your weeping slit as he let out a growl. His eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a hungry intensity. Relishing in the ease as he added a second finger, pumping into you. In and out. "Drowning my fingers here, baby."

"don't be-" your words were cut off by your own moan as your hips bucked. Letting out a shaky breath as his fingers moved. "Don't be disgusting-"

you pawed at his hairy arm, nails dragging along as your shifting only made your ass wiggle against Guy's leaky cock. Landing another sharp smack to his thigh.

Guy just chuckled darkly at your breathless protest, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. His fingers never stopping their relentless pumping, plunging in and out of your soaked, clenching heat.

"Disgusting? Nah, just honest," Guy growled, his voice rough with lust. "Can't deny how fuckin' soaked you are, makin' puddles down 'ere."

He punctuated his words by curling his fingers just right, rubbing against that sensitive spot deep inside you. His thumb flicked over your clit, making your hips jerk and your pussy clench around the invading digits. His hips continuing to rut, smearing gloves of pre over your ass cheeks, groaning as it slipped between your cheeks. Catching on the rim.

"Fuck, look at ya," Guy rasped, his eyes dark with desire as he watched your reflection. "So fuckin' sexy, wigglin' against my cock, betcha you'd just let me do anythin' to this sloppy little hole of yours."

Making you moan in response with a sharp thrust of his fingers, pushing them as deep as they could go. Grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. "But I can't do it if ya keep fightin' me, slap me again and I'll restrain ya."

It was obvious bait. You were being tempted. Dared to. Challenged. It made your stomach coil. Biting down on your bottom lip, tasting the musky salt of his cock on the skin. You took it like a fish spotting a worm on a hook. Slapping his thigh again with a squeaky moans as your legs twitched and tried to snap shut but his hand was blocking the way.

Guy smirked wickedly at your squeaky moan, your legs twitching and trying to close around his hand. He took the challenge. He warned you and you immediately forced his hand.

"Uh uh uh, none of that now," Guy tutted, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. In a flash, he hooked his burly arms under your calves, lifting your legs and pressing them back towards your shoulders. The new position left you completely exposed and at his mercy.

"Guy!" you yelped, instinctively trying to grasp at him to get some balance. Opting to grip the bedsheets instead.

"I mean, you were practically beggin' for this, doll, so don't start whinin'-" he growled, his hands sliding up your thighs, over your knees, until they reached your head. Guy cradled your skull between his large, calloused hands, keeping it steady as he lined himself up. He had to adjust his hips causing his cock to spring from your ass, slapping against your folds.

"FUCK!" you screamed, your back arching as much as it could in your current position as his hips thrusted up. The sudden intrusion stretching you out, filling you up so completely. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his thick cock, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

"That's it, take it," Guy huffed, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight. Squeezin' my cock like a vice." starting to roll his hips, fucking into you with deep, purposeful thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as he took you hard and fast, just the way you needed.

His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tight as he held your head still, forcing you to watch as he used your pussy. His heavy balls swung up with each deep thrust, smacking against your clit making you keen.

You felt like a doll in his grasp. Toes curling as your body jolted. Hands bunching the fabric so tight you were sure it would tear by the end of this. Eyes unable to focus; fluttering and rolling back causing your vision to blur. Your lips stick in a permanent 'O'.

"With the way you're soundin' , Bet you're making some real pretty faces." Guy teased, wishing he could see the mirror better so he could watch you but he was had to lean back to support your shared weight. Watching your back twitch and your muscles stretch as you tried to arch in his restrictive hold.

You doubt you looked pretty. You wouldn't even consider the faces you're pulling porn worthy. With the way your teeth kept tugging on your bottom lip everytime his balls slapped against your sex. The way your eyes were unable to stay still. But God- it felt too good to care.

"Ohh- ffffuck- Guy-" your words were broken between moans. Barely able to slur them out.

"Fuck yeah, dat's my name, baby. C'mon, say it louder," Guy growled, his voice dripping with lust and pride. "Whose fuckin' ya?"

"GUY!" you screamed out as he sent another pounding thrust into your velvety heat.

Guy grinned ferally at your scream, his eyes dark with lust and pride. "That's right, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. The room filled with the erotic symphony of your moans, the creaking of the bed, and the lewd squelching of his cock driving into your soaked pussy.

"Who fucks you this good, huh?" He could feel your velvety walls fluttering and clenching around him, trying desperately to draw him deeper. It only drove him to pound into you with even more fervor.

"Guy! Fuck, Guy!" you wailed, your voice breaking on a particularly hard thrust. Your toes curled so tightly they started to cramp, and your fingers twisted the sheets into a tangled mess. Drool leaked from the corner of your slack mouth as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Who gets you riled up just from being sweaty and manhandling your cute ass?"

"Guy-!"

"Yeah..yeah- fuck it's me, who do you love, sweetheart, admit it," Guy snarled, his breath coming in harsh pants. Ego swelling to new heights everytime you called out his name. His cheeks as red as his ears, heart pounding against his ribs in anticipation. Sweat dripped down his chest and back from exertion, making his skin glisten in the dim light. He could feel his heavy balls tightening, his release fast approaching.

"GUY- I LOVE GUY-!" You practically screeched, high pitched and voice cracking. Your tummy unbearably tight as your orgasm grew closer and closer.

Your face was so hot you were melting. Tears of pleasure building beneath your lashes as your legs twitched in his hold.

Guy let out a roar of triumph as you screamed out your love. A giddy loud moan spilling from his lips in a mix of disbelief and pure pleasure at your admission. "Fuck yeah, you love me, baby! You fuckin' love me!" he bellowed, slamming into you with wild abandon. The bed screamed beneath you two as if I warn It'll give out under the force of his thrusts.

He could feel your warm walls starting to quiver and clench around his pistoning cock, your body tensing as your climax approached. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on my cock. I wanna feel you fuckin' explode on my dick," Guy growled, his voice a low, lustful rumble.

His body was coated in a new sheen of sweat, and twice as rewarded than any training he did today. his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and the creaking of the overtaxed bed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna pump you full of my hot fuckin' spunk. Gonna cum so deep in ya you'll be tasting me-" Guy snarled, his eyes wild and fevered with lust as watched your body squirm ontop of him. His hips jerked erratically as he teetered on the brink.

Your whole body seized. Gasping sharply as your body was strung taut. A curse leaving you as with one final smack to your clit, your orgasm crashed over you. A rush of liquid shooting out, walls spasming around his cock as you squirted. The clear liquid spraying at the edges of where your sexes meet, misting the air and edge of the bed.

Guy let out a guttural moan as he felt your pussy clamp down on him like a vice, your release gushing out around his him. The sensation of your slick walls rippling and milking his shaft pushed him over the edge. "FUCK! Take it all, baby! Fuckin' take my load!" he roared.

With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he started to cum. Thick, hot ropes of his seed erupted from the tip, painting your insides white. He grunted and shuddered through each spurt, filling you up just like he promised.

"Unngh, so fuckin' good... Love you so much, sweetheart," Guy panted, his hips giving shallow little thrusts as the last of his release dribbled out.

Pulling you down to lay ontop of him, grunting as his cock slipped out of your sloppy sex as he nuzzled against the side of your head. Finally able to see your reflection once more. Letting your legs hang on his arms, no longer in the air as he felt the you slump against his chest. The sight of his thick cum oozing out of your gaping, well-used hole made his spent cock twitch and jump

“Looks like I really gave this pussy a workout, huh?” he teased, kissing along the side of your head to your cheek. "Look at you, all stuffed with my cream." He gripped at your thigh, showing off your puffy hole to you in the mirror. "Got my own personal eclair."

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a sheen of sweat and a dazed grin on his face. He looked down at you with a mix of satisfaction and adoration, taking in your wrecked and blissed-out expression. He let out a low, appreciative whistle as another glob of his seed dripped out of your puffy, stretched-out sex.

Bliss fades to exasperation as you groaned at his comparison. "Don't ruin it-" you whined as your back pressed to his sweaty chest.

Guy chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest pressed against your back. "Aww, whaddya mean ruin it, sweetheart? I'm just sayin' you look fuckin' sexy as hell with my load leakin' outta ya," he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. His hands roamed over your curves possessively, one sliding up to cup and squeeze your breast.

"Can't help myself 'round you, doll. You just do somethin' to me," Guy said, voice husky and low. He pressed a trail of kisses along your shoulder blade, teeth grazing at the skin. "Tell me you didn't like it. Tell me you didn't fuckin' love havin' me inside ya, fillin' ya up," he challenged, giving your earlobe a nip.

His other hand drifted down your belly, skimming through the mess between your thighs. Smearing it a long your well fucked hole. scooping up some of the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back inside your fluttering hole. He pumped two thick fingers in and out of your sensitive entrance, feeling it clench and squeeze around the invading digits.

“Gotta keep all my cream inside this sweet cunt, don’t we?” Guy purred, scissoring his fingers and rubbing against your inner walls. “Can’t let a single drop go to waste."

You melted, cooing at the sensitivity he felt in his poor sex. “Guy-“ you whined, still trying to come down from you shared orgasm. “I need to get cleaned up.”

Guy’s fingers stilled their movements as he heard the need in your voice. He pressed a lingering kiss to your neck before gently easing you off his lap and onto the bed. Guy stood up, his muscular frame on full display, completely naked and not a hint of shame. He scooped you up into his strong arms, cradling him against his broad chest.

As the steam began to fill the bathroom, Guy knelt down in front of you. "You do what ya need to, I'll be waitin' for your fine ass in the shower, Kay?"

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can take a little nap, yeah?” Guy said with a pleased huff, carrying you towards the bathroom. He set you down gently on the open toilet seat and turned on the shower, letting the water warm up.

Seeing alot of people get devastated by the last of us season 2 and I'm kinda just over here as someone who decided to just simply not watch season 2. Gotta say...love my side of the fence coz I really don't wanna be sad rn. No thanks. I got depression, I don't need more sadness

I already know spoilers and tbh I just simply have no interest in what I know of the story. That's not really why I liked season 1 and got into the story and from the games, yeah I came here for humans healing and the cycle of life even after the world dies. Not murder spree McGee

Sorry for all the people who watched it or are watching it and getting in their feels. I will be staring at you from this side and throwing tissues your way. If you decide to jump over my side of the fence and join me I'm avoiding it all, we can watch something nice and eat food together. Maybe even sleepover

Pairing: Marcus Perez (oc) x AFAB! reader

(general) Warning: age gap (he's 50, reader is in mid/late twenties), virgin reader, inexperienced reader, daddy issues™, marcus is a dilf, daddy kink, angst, lots of food/baking, size difference, reader is not overly described but is implied to be skinny & small breasted, able bodied reader, hair length is not defined but will be mentioned, reader is feminine and AFAB but gender is undefined, Marcus drinks and smokes, eventual smut, slow burn-ish, series fic

Plot: Marcus seeks out a fresh start living the city life, renting an apartment above a small business bakery. That's where he met you. His sweet temptation.

Note: update schedule currently unknown.

Sunshine and whiskey:

Part 1 | ??? | ??? | ???

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

So. I’m going to be extremely, brutally real with you guys right now—so some of you may remember that I lost my job in November 🥲

I got a severance amount, and I qualify for unemployment—great! I thought okay, this is great, save some money, enjoy Christmas, and take a (much) needed break before going back to work. After 13 years and everything 😅 so I enjoyed Christmas, but then I learned that I don’t get my unemployment until April… yeah. Okay no worries, put a big chunk of that severance (which was heavily taxed of course 🥲) into my line of credit and then just try to live frugally until April.

The bank closed my line of credit.

I have two months of rent in my savings (thank CHRIST.) and about -$40 in my account after bills this month.

I live with my younger sister, and she’s working so she’s covering most of everything right now so I’m literally scraping the floor trying to get by.

Some of you might be wondering, and rightly so, why don’t you just get a job?? I’m currently on the path to getting surgery and I don’t have a date yet, so I don’t want to start anywhere with that looming, ideally I’d love to get my surgery date, get the surgery and recover at home. Once that’s taken care of I plan on going back to work.

I usually don’t ask for anything because I know so many people are struggling and no one owes me anything, but I am literally tearing my hair out. If you’d like to buy a ficlet / fic or anything I am definitely taking requests. (Slide into my dms)

Here’s my Ko-fi link, hope you all have a wonderful day and feel free to keep scrolling. 💕

Rundown

Babysitter reader accidentally falling asleep in Price’s bed only to wake up to a big man crawling up behind her and shoving her legs apart while murmuring his wife’s name :\\ too bad she can’t correct him because the pillow keeps muffling her screams. - prompt by ceilidho

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes (reader doesn't verbally agree to sex but has wanted to fuck John secretly), somno kink, dirty talk, drunk! Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, p in v sex, no protection, John's a nasty dog, Price is sloshed and can barely hold off his orgasm

Did i write this instead of sleeping? Yes. Do I have regrets? Many. I just couldn't stop thinking about this and knew I had to atleast try my hand.

Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Part two is available!

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You've been babysitting for the price family for almost a month now. A small bundle of joy surprisingly docile in your arms after the wailinig for the baby boy would have cradled in her embrace. You hated the glare Colleen would snap your way as soon as her son shushed. You weren't sure why, at first you chalked it up to coincidence. Just the baby being well- a baby. But then you let yourself linger in her presence and found yourself curling away from the sting in your nostrils from the strength of her perfume. A lovely brand you had no way to afford, truely she was a woman to envy. Even in her years she's aged like wine; Rosé to be exact. She was primped and refined. A polished diamond with every sharp edge pointed in your direction. The many necklaces she adorned on her neck were chunky and sparkled with real gems that surely John has gifted to her over their marriage. Though, it made an uncomfortable resting spot for the babe.

But little James had much to protest about the way his mother's nails were too long and dug into his soft skin. To cry and scream when her perfume was just too much. When her makeup smeared against his chubby cheek and the new texture roused him into another fit. Only soothed once back in the arms clad in soft cardigans and sweaters, the smell of gentle floral soap and smooth skin against his own.

You've heard Colleen before bark at John to find a new sitter making small comments about how her baby clearly hates her. How neither of the men in her life seem to want her presence always resulting in a heavy sigh from John, firm words of curt comfort but she'd just bare her teeth and curl her painted lips. Not taking his words as anything more than another spew of thoughtless support. Not stopping her cries of woe until John has enough and grit words of defence through his grinding teeth.

You tried not to listen in; it wasn't your business after all but you couldn't help but feel pity. Some days it was for Colleen, clearly stressed and trying to latch onto something she can't quite grasp. But other days you felt a deep pity for John; peering in with little James bouncing in your hold as he sat at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Shoulders sagging down with the weight of the world digging into them.

Poor little James having to hear all this. Often, you tried to keep him distracted with the jingle of your keys or read out of a storybook to drown out their thunderous voices.

There's been a time Johns found you like that, huddled up by the crib shushing and slowly rocking the baby to sleep. A storybook in your lap and a relieved slumped as you stare at James' sleeping face. And so, to avoid waking up his son, he'd get close to your ear, ruffling your hair and giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as he muttered, 'Good girl. Such a sweet girl for keeping him happy' and 'sorry you had to hear all that, love' as he insisted on slipping you another small stack of pound notes for the extra stress. No matter how many times you've tried to decline.

Just as many times you've tried to convince yourself you didn't touch yourself that night because of his words. You definitely didn't imagine him mumbling sweet nothing's of how good you are, so perfect and sweet for him. He was a married man, for God's sake!

A soon-to-be divorced one if things continued to persist the way they were.

You didn't dare let these feelings show; for fear of losing your job and the possible disdain that would cloud over his aged features that you'd have the audacity to think of him that way. Unable to bring yourself to even consider baring the thought of his disapproval. It was too much. It made your stomach twist in ways stressful university exams never did.

-- -- --

RIIIIING

You rose from your afternoon nap, a startled sound ripped from your throat. textbook and laptop discarded clumsily at the table. The sofa creaking as you pulled yourself up, eyes squinting as you tried to find your phone in the darkness. Eyes already aching from staring at your laptop screen for hours even when it grew dark. Took engrossed in finishing your assignment to care that you were in pitch black. Only napping to soothe the sting.

You plucked your phone from the floor and saw it was Colleen calling you. Your eyes widened as you hastily answered. "Mrs Price! Is everything okay?"

"I need you to come over as soon as possible, Im already running late to meet with the girls and I need someone to watch James."

Your brows pinched in confusion. Checking the time and saw it was 10 o'clock. Surely there had to be someone more local.

"where's John-?"

"being useless as always, drinking and leaving me to do all his shit for him."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull; sure you've heard her be nasty but this was the first time you've ever heard her be so brazen with her dislike for her husband. Her voice oozing with venomous spit as each word punched out from her throat.

You thought it would be for the best not to say anything. Swallowing what words of defence you had for John, you slid off your couch. "I'll- uh- I'll be on my way."

You slipped on your shoes and your warmest coat, thankful your keys already sat in its pocket. You rushed out of your door, having to cycle your way over. Usually you'd catch the bus and then cycle the rest of the way but night buses weren't running where you needed to go.

Never have you peddled so quickly. Your legs were on fire by the time you arrived and Colleen was hissing at you as she scurried out the door for how late you were making her. Muttering the whole time she got in her car and was driving off into the night. You stumbled into the house and immediately went upstairs to check on James and thankfully he was still sleeping.

Hours you spent waiting for John to return home or even Collen. Anyone to bid you off so you could go back home and sink into the plush of your bed. Sleeping on the sofa and then all that peddling has strung your body until you were nothing but knots. Sitting down almost the entire time as your legs protested to any further usage.

You only went into the bedroom to grab the spare baby monitor to check if it was still working, but you got nosey. Peeking around and finding colleens vanity, staring at the unflattering reflection. Your hair was a mess, and your clothes were screwed on your body. You could smell your sweat and it wasn't even hot. With great hesitance, you picked and sniffed at the collection of perfume that sat there. All were much too strong for your tastes until you found a bottle tucked into the very corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a while, not even half empty, but it wasn't old. The brand's logo was chipped at the edges, and the bottle was sealed the wrong way. You couldn't resist giving it a small sniff and were pleasantly surprised to find such a kind smell. It was vanilla and rose water; with a small bit to your lip and against all your better judgment. You sprayed a shy spritz on your neck and dabbed it into either side. Already feeling like a grander woman.

But your curiosity died as the king-sized bed seemed to be calling your name. Sheets are neatly folded, and pillows are fluffed. With James back asleep after some fuss and a diaper change you slinked into the covers with mumbled apologies.

Sleep claiming you faster than you ever expected, slumped heavily against the mattress as your nose was filled with John's scent. A heady mix of both his natural order and the shampoo he used. Your nose sinking into the pillow even in your dreams as you inhaled deeply. Happy hums filling the empty room before soft snores took their place.

-- -- --

John on the other hand was not so lovingly dozed off. He wasn't partying with friends and running his mouth about all his stresses. No he was haggard as he just barely pulled himself away from the sticky counter. The bartender muttering something along the lines of him getting back to the misses.

His misses.

He was nothing but a stubborn bastard. That was his ring on her finger and he couldn't swallow the uncomfortable bitter pill that was his reality. He's been finding his ring 'mistakenly' left on the bathroom counter. She was already bringing up divorce whenever he glared at her a second too long.

He couldn't have it. What kind of man would he be if he stood by and let her go prancing off. That was his wife. His.

His fist hit the counter with a determined sneer and he shoved himself away. Wobbling for a moment before he was able to muster his legs into a familiar march. His footsteps were unsteady but persistent in their journey. The bar was within walking distance and what was a little fresh air to help sober him up so he can face his woman how he should. Steel in his composure and fire burning in his eyes as he was going to-

To-

Fuck. There are so many things he's been wanting to do. It's been too long. Much too long without being in between her legs. The heat of a welcoming cunt was now foreign as he had to rub himself with the rough callouses of his hand. No amount of spit could replace the heavenly slick of a woman's arousal. Didn't sound the same when he fucked his fist. Didn't smell the same. Didn't feel the same.

She was truly a cruel woman. He could withstand her sneers and moaning, but to deprive him of the luxury of a husband was the devil's work. His own personal torment after so many years of bloodshed and muddled honors.

Perhaps if that walk was as sobering as he told himself it was, he would have noticed the car that was missing. The bike parked in its place. The tranquil quite of his home shattered, 2 am in the morning, as he heaved himself through the door and winced at the thud of the door. Pausing to hear any cries of his son or the pissed off yell of disappointment but he was met with nothing.

He lumbered through his house after kicking off his boots. His coat was thrown somewhere in the darkness as he crept up the stairs and shuffled into his bedroom. There, he saw the lump of a figure in his bed, and his brain clicked into gear. Licking his dry lips, he dusted his hands off his jeans, already undoing his belt as he stepped out of the fabric as soon as it pooled down to his ankles. Crawling onto the bed as he stared at the sleeping miss in his bed, eyes beyond blurred and too blinded by his determination, maybe he would have noticed the obvious differences between you and his wife.

He presses sloppy open mouth kisses to your shoulder. "Col- Colly, He slurred out as each kiss grew higher and higher. The untrimmed scruff of his mutton chops scratching against your cheek ear as he babbled in gruff murmurs. "Wake up, honey."

But he had no patience for his 'wife' to rise from her slumber. Your stirring only egged him on as he caged your slumbering body in with hands on either side of your shoulders. Moving the blanket down to reveal your covered form. He huffed in disapproval. "Tuckered out? Didn't even undress." He scolded but there was no heat to his words as he began to undo the buttons of your jeans and eased them down your legs. Shifting your shirt as high as he could before grunting as your unconscious form was no help.

"this why..you need me." His chest pressed heavily down onto your back as his large hands wandered along your curves. Pinching at the chub he didn't remember Colleen having but it's been so long he just dismissed it. "Keep ya nice and warm."

John couldn't wait any longer. Pushing your underwear to the side and his fingers curled against the fabric as he rutted against your silky folds through the fabric of his briefs. Like a dog in heat his hips grinded hard against your sex. His nose burying in your neck as he huffed the smell of perfume - he got her that for their anniversary. He knew she was still missing him. All that bullshit of insisting she'd never wear one of his gifts again. Throwing out jewelry that was now deemed tacky, all because he bought it, and clothes she just shunned as old news.

With a growl he yanked his boxers down as he grabbed his already half hard cock. Rubbing it through your glistening sex, already so wet for him. Perfect little wife. He didn't take long for him to chub to full mass as he huffed at the floral scent on your neck. "Gonna fix it- gonna fix everything-"

As soon as his cock pressed into your entrance you were startled awake. The sudden sting making your eyes pry open. Your breathing hitched as you heard John's voice mumbling something into your skin as you opened your mouth but he just shushed you. "None of that. Don't start, just need you tonight." He presses his hips frimer to your ass as the fat head of his cock speared your cunt. He groaned deeply with a curse knocked out of him. "So fucking tight-"

Your cheeks burned as you tried to squirm away from the blistering heat of your poor fluttering walls being pried apart by his sheer girth. Gasping into the pillow. With a huff John yanked you further down with a sharp tug on your underwear, his free hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you nice and arched. Any words you tried to squeak out immediately muffled.

"that's it, just open up for me, Coll." He cooed, the stretch of alcohol thick on his breath as he squeezed your neck. Feeling the way your pussy betrayed you, crying all over his big dick as you heard each grunt and groan rattle in your ears. Just able to hear it over the sound of your own heart thumping so loudly you thought for a moment it lodged itself into your skull. "Atta girl."

As soon as your ass was flush to his pelvis you let out a whimper. Clutching at the bedding your eyes squeezed shut. The pain faded into a dull numbness before the tug of a vein rubbing against your walls had you softly moaning. So full. You could barely breathe with how far it was pressed to your stomach. Surely shoving your organs up and lodging them into your throat. A knot tight in it as your eyes fluttered open.

Unable a moment to breathe as he guided you back onto his cock with every thrust that sent you jolting forward. The stitches of your underwear screamed as he set his pace. sloppy but reaching deep within. Kissing your cervix with each thrust as you trembled. Blinking you didn't even notice the tears that poured down your heated cheeks as you kept shaking your head. Any attempt of protest cut off by your own traitorous moan.

Fuck it feels good. Why must if feel so good. You've imagined what his cock would feel like but you never imagined this. Never thought you'd actually be feel it drill into your poor cunt as you sniffled and sobbed.

John could barely restrain himself. When did her pussy ever feel this good? So tight and clamping down on his cock as if it were the first time. Has it really been so long that her body became as foreign to him as it he was to her. That made his teeth grit as he panted. "Shit- gonna- fuuck-"

He didn't need to say if for you to know. Your stomach clenched as your thighs tried to squeeze tight together like that would stop anything. Not with his thick thighs spreading your legs wide and welcoming for him. "J-John-" you hiccuped.

Voice so strained it became high pitched. Needy. It made his head spin or maybe that was just the alcohol catching up to him. Groaning deep from within his chest as he flooded your tight hole with hot ropes of cum. Rolling his hips lazily with each squirt. "Sorry...been too long-" he kissed your shoulder and your cheek. "You feel like heaven, love."

But John was never a selfish lover. He let go of your underwear as he remained snugly slotted into your warmth. Relishing in its slick heat. Thick fingers finding your clit with startling ease as he rubbed in circles. Fast and his rhythm broken but with how your clit was already throbbing needily it didn't deter your body from singing out. Hands clawing at the pillow your face was buried against as you bucked into the friction. Shaking your head as you tried to fight off how good it felt.

Whines spilling out of you as you chanted pleas and curses but it all fell on deaf ears. "Ohh- oh!" You pulsed around him as your own orgasm tightened in your lower belly. No matter how much you tried to deter it, John was insistent of your pleasure.

"c'mon on, Coll, make a mess on my cock." He cooed as he pressed more of his weight down into your back to keep you from squirming too much. "Know you miss it."

You cried out as it crashed over you. Stars filling your already blurry vision as stray droplets of tears fell down. The cover of the pillow damp with your tears and specks of drool you desperately tried to swallow down.

Both of you just laying there for awhile. You were stiff as a rock and he was slowly rolling his hips. Fucking his cum deeper into you with more kisses to your sticky skin. His hand weaving up to your hair as he tugged your head from the pillow. Blinking sluggishly as he expected to be greeted with the face of his wife but instead he was met with his babysitter. Cheeks streaked with tears and your lips parted with a small gloss of drool. Sniffling as your eyes latched to his dumb stare. Just looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you're not my wife."

Insane shit like this is deemed acceptable. Petty discourse should never so much importance over real issues

Genuinely disgusting behavior people have been expressing and I'm sorry you have to deal with that

not to be that person but after regularly talking about it with a few friends and nothing ever seems to change, i wanted to put my thoughts out there in hopes that people are more mindful of some things going forward.

once again one person says something negative about taboo kink and tropes in this fandom (y’all know exactly where i stand on this so don’t even play) and (rightfully) everyone comes together with their pitchforks to fight that one person.

but when other writers and i post about the perpetual racism and ableism we face in this fandom; being called racial and ableist slurs, just to give y'all a slight idea of what we have to deal with — one of my closest friends on here was told, only a month ago, that they should become a SLAVE again (you read that right), on more than one occasion hateful anons have called her the r slur — the f slur — the b slur, and i was told that my people deserve the genocide they're facing and that i have no place in this fandom and instead should "fuck goats" and was called a terrorist, and on top of all that we’re continuously sent graphic rape and death threats. and yet when one of us makes even one post about it, it is crickets from y’all — from our fellow white writers and mutuals within a predominantly white fandom.

this might just be me and it may ruffle some feathers (obvs because it directly affects me and my poc friends in this community so i’m very tired and very pissed off) but y’all can complain about the fandom being isolating, unwelcoming, and torn apart all you want but until y’all actually talk about the blatant racism and ableism that is becoming increasingly more frequent around here and unless you rally in support the same way you do when some puritanical eighteen year old freak complains about the kinks we all collectively indulge in, we won’t see real change within the fandom. and someone once told me i was “too woke” for saying this but it needs to be said. minorities quite literally make up the backbone of this (and many other fandoms) and the literal hate speech thrown at us should take priority over a post about what some naive kid has to say about kink. i’m not saying it’s not a valid concern — it is, but i just think the fact that your poc peers are battling literal nazis regularly in this fandom should be talked about as well.

so until then, your takes and think pieces about the discourse and disparities within this fandom and all your words about hope for a safe, more inclusive and welcoming community don’t hold any weight because your actions don’t align with your words and it's deeply upsetting and disappointing. your poc followers/readers/writers/friends DO notice you not saying anything in our defense — we DO notice the lack of support. and honestly, i think there needs to be some serious self-reflection and action ASAP otherwise it will result in more of us leaving — never to be heard from again and that, to me, is a real fucking tragedy.

with how much price is always there for simon it's only right simon gives back in some sort of way and what better way to do that other than let the captain have a go at his pretty little lovie

simon sat there with a smirk as he watched price fuck you, your face pushed into the pillow as he plowed your hole open, simon fisting his own cock to the erotic sight of it all "i gotta say si' your boy's got a good hole" price smirked listening to you moan out so loudly the pillows did nothing to muffle it

"wan' me to do something about that noisy mouth captain" simon asked standing up "affirmative" price answered lifting your head from the pillows to look at simons dark scowl "open" he ordered, his thumb holding up your chin to look at him firmly

dropping open your mouth with your tongue out for simon to slap his glistening tip on before pushing it into your mouth and all that way down your throat "quite a good gift i must say" price says tightening his grip on your hips as he fucked into you harder, pushing your mouth further onto simons dick

"only the best for you captain" simon nods at price, grabbing a handful of your hair and fucking your mouth back and forth before spurting his load down your throat, pulling out to slap his messy cock on your cute face "so fuckin' pretty" he leans down to kiss you

price soon follows, filling you up with his load "good boy, now what do we say" simon says "thank you sir" you tell price "that's right now clean him up too" simon orders and you do so, pulling yourself from prices cock to lick it clean like a good pup

I'm celebrating every new fic that's added to the Guy nation

Now..... consider... ..hear me out..sex pollen that forces Guy and reader to finally confront all the tension that's been between them and having the most mind-blowing sex and waking up, pollen out of their system and Guy is just smug and grinning at you and you feel like you need a cigarette

Llet Eht Hturt

Guy Gardner/Reader Quick little truth spell flashfic while the idea is floating around in my brain, and to try and get some writing juices flowing.

“So, which of us do you think is the hottest?”

The question is playful, but invasive, considering the truth spell you’re currently hexed with. Guys not annoyed at Booster for asking it though; he’s just annoyed that he didn’t get there first. He doesn’t have time to scowl about it, however.

“Guy.” You answer instantly, mortification evident on your face. You close your eyes as if to block out the situation, but not before Guy catches them darting to look at him. “Asshole!”

"What?!" Booster laughs as you blindly reach out to slap his arm. “Guy?! No fucking way! What is it? The bowl cut? Does that do it for you?”

“It does.” You reluctantly confirm. “He’s sexy, okay. Sue me!”

He almost feels bad. He can tell by your tone of voice and the way you’re still refusing to look at him that you’re itching to put your foot in your mouth, but the spell won’t let you.

“He’s funny and smart and strong and every time I look at him my heart races and I will never forgive the next person who asks me about this.”

“Me included, sweetstuff?” Your whole body jerks when he puts his arm around you, wrapping it over your shoulder and pulling you tight into his chest. He really does feel bad, you’re already stressed as hell, without having your dirty laundry aired for all of your coworkers to see, but he’s equally overjoyed. “It’s alright. I always knew ya had a thing fer me, most people do. Nothin’ ta be shy about.”

The two of you had always had a lot of back and fourth, banter that usually revolved around him shamelessly hitting on you, and you acting like you’re not into it. For the longest time, he’d doubted his ability to read people, thought maybe he was projecting his own feelings back onto you, but he’d always suspected you were more into him than you let on, and now there was no denying it.

“Oh my god.” You murmur quietly into his chest. You’re radiating heat as you look up at him from between his pecs, a dire mix of frustration and tenderness clouding your expression before you nuzzle deeper into him, hiding from his smug face. Fuck, you’re cute. “Shut up.”

dev gets hip surgery

realized i never actually made a post about this other than silly little afterthought ones. but here it goes- i'm officially having surgery on my hip the first half of june!

it's a pretty major surgery and the main objective is to remove a soft cell sarcoma they identified on an MRI

even with my insurance, it's going to be a large sum due up front in order to get the surgery and i am humbly, hesitantly, cautiously asking for help with this official post. initially, y'all have really come through and it's been such an amazing thing to see and be on the receiving end of. i'm so grateful for shares and support and donations received thus far, y'all have no idea how much it means to me that we are still capable of banding together to support each other despite recent drama

i'm still working as much as i can, but i am feeling the effects of everything and dealing with these issues for over a year now is catching up with me. 2 months of working and then filing for the necessary gov't aid will be all i'll have for the entirety of my 4-6 month recovery period- there are more details in the post below

-> gofund me link

-> ko-fi link

thank you, thank you, thank you to every single one of you. so much love and hope the days are good to you

x.o dev